With thunderstorms threateniug from two fronts the New Orleans Hashers
gathered at the ruin of the clubhouse forthe golf
course in City Park known as ‘Bayou Oaks’, two Hares, Juggling Whore-A Fist and
Tastes like chicken delivered chalk talk to hounds who glanced warily at the
dark clouds and thought that each should be holding aloft a 2-iron because even
God can’t hit a 2-iron (I had to look it up,
http://golf.about.com/cs/beginnersguide/a/ironsbeginners.htm. ).

The hares fled in opposite
directions, one being true trail laid by TLC to the south and Juggs on a false trail to the north.Most of the hounds guessed true trail
correctly and headed south across the devestated golf
course through weeds for a quarter mileto a ‘bridge’ across a narrow place in a lagoon consisting of a
four-inch pipe.The hounds, including
the canus types who accompanied their owners, chose
to wade across through shallow water to the arboretumand out to Harrison Avenue and the beer check.

The golf courese
in CityPark will be rebuilt one day but meantime, the minor wilderness that
they provide in the center of the city, complete with some young wild boars, is
a perfect place for hashing.

After the beer check, the hounds
followed trail back across the ‘wilderness’ to Filmore Street
and the On-in.

The Circle Religious Advisor: Vagina
Miner

New Boots:*

Just John from St Bernard,
introduced by Just Andy;

Just Frans
and Just Eddie, Juggs the hare made them cum;

Just Will
courtesy Candy Ass.

Visitor:

New Orleans Hash ex-patriates, Cock Socker and Golden
Delicious and their baby, Just Cameron.

Transplants*

Flock of Seamen and his wife Just
Amy.(I have been told that Flock and
Just Amy actually have been with NOH3 for several months.)

The Hares and the Trail:

Much was said of the trail.Among them were the usual allocates, “it sucked”,
too much/little shiggy.It was noted also that there were not enough
false trails, which dumbfounded co-hare Juggs since
his trail was to have begun with a long run towardthe north to a ybf
false trail.

*Scribe: On Da Rag (Tom)

Errors?Omissions? Send an e-mail to:

tom43cunningham@yahoo.com

Or, attend the next Hash and make
arrangements with the Religious advisor to bring it up in the circle.

New Orleans Hash House
Harriers

Hash No. 980

Hares: Tighty Whitey, Just Selma

Date: 7 May 2007

Venue: City Park

In New Orleans, Louisiana

The Trail:

In pristine coolness, the hare, Tightly Whitely explained his
trail markings to the pack and set out with a customary head start of about ten
minutes from the parking lot of the tennis courts and led the pack west for a
short run and a turn to the north and either
around west of Tad Gormley Stadium or the the east, depending on who was scouting trail from the
check on the tracks of the little train.

The trail led northerly to and under the railroad and I-10
underpasses and to the baseball diamonds. From there the pack
followed flour south again to the big entrance to the park on Wisner Boulevard
and the beer check.

From the beer, the trail led more or less straight back for the
On-in.

The Circle

Religious Advisor:

Spread’Em

New Boots:

Just Dave, a guest of Tightly Whitely

Visitor:

Crotch Critter from Baton Rouge H3 who turned out to be not a
visitor but a transplant since he has been shackin’
up with Beat Me Eat Me whom he did not bother to bring along and who having
been recently named may have been pushing the record for most seniority without
‘earning’ a hash name.

Much was said about the trail, that is sucked, etc but Tightly
Whitely had with him the assistance of his little dog and although Tightly had
the wrong name for the subject of the statue which was the place of the beer
check and the hounds still found the beer.

Naming:

Just Scott, aka Temporary Fuck
Bucket A’, was called out to discuss allegations as he was asked to
explain the ‘boob curve’ that he uses in the nether world where he prepares
young minds to go out to the world and kick ass that a naming might be in
order. In the circle, he meticously
traced his curve in the dirt, with two humps of perfect semetry.
At the top of each hump a spike appears mysterioiusly
and some may say, mystically. It was proposed and, offered for a vot and solemnized that from that day on, the Hasher
formerly known as Temporary Fuck Bucket be known to hashers world-wide as
“Below The Boob Curve”.

Cani in attendance:

Just Brandi, a visitor from Baton
Rouge; Just Nigel; Turbo Dog; and a co-hare, Just
Selma

Accusations:

It was pointed out that while the hare, Tightly Whitely, had near
to him his co-hare, Just Selma, that much of the trail was marked on trees and
fireplugs in code that only another dog could interpret...but the hounds found
the beer, anyway.

I.H.O.V. stepped in and called Doc Cousteau and Releash Me and cited them for ‘swinging’ on
trail. The motion was seconded by many. A description
followed which left no doubt. Trial By
Gravity found them to be guilty and down-downs were administered.